The anger radiating off him is suffocating and making it hard for me to breathe. What have I done to anger him that much?! I hear him puffing loudly for several minutes and from the corner of my eye I can see his eyes flickering between black and blue, indicating his wolf is trying to take control and will probably rip me to shreds if he manages to do so. I stand still as a statue at the back end of the room, as speaking or moving now would mean a death sentence. And I would like to live long enough to meet my wolf at least.
“Why are you dressed like a f*cking wh*re?” he finally spits at me. His words shock me to my core and for the first time in my life I really don’t know what to say, even if I would dare to speak up. “ANSWER ME!” “I… I’m sorry I have offended you” is all I manage to say while he is exuding this much anger. He seems to calm down a little bit at my apology, although still fuming. “THAT’S NOT AN ANSWER.
TELL ME WHY YOU CHOSE TO DRESS AS A WH*RE AND EMBARRASS OUR PACK?” “I…. I didn’t think of it this way, I thought this dress would be ok as most of the cheerleaders wear similar outfits or worse than mine at these parties…”. After taking in what I have just said, he stalks towards me and within a few steps he is right in front of me making me swallow a big chunk of saliva, never taking his burning eyes away from mine. His face is now so close to mine I can smell the perfume of the women he has just used a few minutes ago. “And do you know what guys do to little wh*res dressed like you?” he says through gritted teeth, staring straight at me.
I can’t help but feel anger rising now. I am a f*cking virgin and nothing like the wh*res he uses for his own pleasure. Hell, he is more of a wh*re than I am. How dare he call me one! I am leaving this world one day untouched and unmarked.
While he, at eighteen, has already devoured the entire pack and beyond. “I am not a f*cking wh*re and what I do or do not do is up to me to decide and nobody else’s damn business!”. As I finish my sentence his eyes turn an even pitcher shade of black and a growl so loud it shakes the floor erupts from his chest, as he yanks my arm and tosses me on the bed. My eyes widen in shock and I wonder why I had to open my stupid mouth and couldn’t just swallow it like I always do.
Lola POV
“If you don’t want to answer me, then I might as well show you, don’t I?” he smirks. Not understanding where this is going, I am frozen to the spot at his words. What does he mean? What is he going to show? As he unzips his pants with a vile smirk, his black eyes never losing my widened green ones, anxiety rips through me as I finally understand what the f*ck is going on.
It’s like one of those nightmares where you are dying to get away and are screaming internally to move, but you are rooted to the spot. He had s*x with 3 females this evening and is he really going to force himself on me now? At the thought of how disgusting this is and how violated I already feel, I start to gag. Which only seems to enrage him even more as he jolts on the bed pinning me down whilst sitting on top of my chest, growling at me. I can’t help but gag again and this pushes him over the edge enough to grab my throat and squeeze it tightly.
As I start to gasp for breath, he pulls his c*ck out of his boxers and says “you should have just been an obedient little wh*re and none of this would have happened. Now are you ready to take my c*ck in and please me as you should? Maybe you can still taste some of the 3 wh*res that came before you tonight”.
Something inside me snaps at the thought of my first ever sexual encounter being forced, and by someone as vile as him. And to top it off, after he had his d*ck inside 3 other women tonight. Seeing him enjoying the thought of me tasting other women on his d*ck brings my blood to a boiling point and suddenly I hear someone say ‘oh the f*ck he isn’t!!!!!!’. I am too furious to take note of the voice or to even care. I have never been so infuriated in my entire life and that is saying something considering the sh*t I’ve gone through.
All my built-up anger from the past years comes to a climax when I feel a sudden boost of power surge through me and I manage to not only push Chris off me, but to send him flying across the room. Before I have a chance to think about what the hell just happened, I feel excruciating pain coursing through me. I feel my bones snapping, lengthening and re-arranging. F*ck it’s midnight and I’m shifting! ‘It’s ok girl, I got you.
Hand control over to me and we will talk after we deal with this piece of sh*t’. I hand control over despite the pain and within a few seconds it’s like I am a passenger in my own body. Well actually, a wolf’s body apparently because I can see my own paws. ‘Please just run! He is the Alpha heir.
We do not stand a chance. Please just run and we can flee this place!’. My wolf only snorts in return and before I know it, she lunges at Chris who is standing in front of the window and we are both launched out the window, crashing into the ground.
She is standing on all fours, watching him getting up slowly, growling viciously. I can see the confused look on Chris’ face, probably because he is deeply wondering how my wolf could be such an idi*t for attacking an Alpha. F*ck what have we done? His father is a good man but the story will be spun around and we will be in so much trouble. That is if we run and get away in some miraculous way and are not killed on the spot for this.
Chris POV (earlier)
Heading into the kids’ party (I can’t remember their names, honestly who cares, I am just here for the party) me and my gang head over to sit in the area around the pool. We don’t even have to wait for a few seconds until some females head over, offering themselves freely to us. Well, mainly me, since I am the future Alpha and I know I am handsome. And, of course, they all hope to get a shot at being my chosen mate. Isn’t that funny.
Not even will I not be taking a chosen mate, I won’t be taking any mate, not even the goddess given one if I were to ever come across her. Women are useless creatures, only good for bringing me relief from my primal urges (well, the pretty ones at least, the remainder only bring me joy by being my entertainment). All the rest, even cooking and cleaning, can be done by male omegas. Like I said, useless. The only exception is my childhood friend Lola.
Although she is really pretty, the prettiest in our pack actually, I don’t intend to use her for my pleasure. So I target her to bring her down with the rest of the ugly girls. Everyone has taken my lead and has been bullying her for years and years, which made her actually believe she is ugly, which is the best part.
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